I sit at this desk of
fake wood and broken dreams
as kids and teens dread
every second of the day.

I sit at this desk of
who is dating who
and who broke their heart
when they knew it'd never last.

I sit at this desk of
doodles in math class
and frustration of it all
because it's just too much.

I sit at this desk of
creative minds that think
they're not good enough
but they are.

I sit at this desk of
stories of despair and
disaster, laughing at
those who fell.

I sit at this desk of
daydreams and blank stares
as kids roll eyes
and just /wish/ to leave.

I sit at this desk of
days too long
filled with too much
information to consume.

I sit at this desk of
bags under eyes
and coffee cups of caffeine
just to stay awake.

I sit at this desk of
silence; they've run
out of the motivation and
energy to continue.